As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diaryThe tunnel keeps my secrets
While the swings throw my wishes to the stars
The slide lets me slip by
The branches keep asking where you are
We used to sit there,
and talk for hours
Now only the grass,
the trees and
the flowers keep me company
This place knows me better than I do
And it remembers all the times I spent with you
That bench is lonely and so am I
Missing you only
But remember what happens
when the sun runs from the sky
As I sit on this playground
There are trees all around
Please listen carefully
This place is my diary
-Anonymous
